However, after a while of flipping through, he found nothing appealing.

Lacking suitable tasks, he closed the task sheet and set it aside, deciding that he would stay in the city for the night and return the following day.

Upon exiting the task hall, Fongghao began to wander through the marketplace at the entrance.

This was a hub where mercenaries sold their spoils.

At dusk, the stalls had multiplied several times compared to the day.

Yet, the city-s designated area comprised only two streets, resulting in an unusually noisy and crowded atmosphere.

Having completed their tasks during the day, it was now the mercenaries chance to sell their loot.

Fong house strolled leisurely within Jia without any particular goal in mind, simply hoping to stumble upon useful items.

After all, with so many people, there was bound to be a variety of goods available.

The locals often lacked detailed information about their items which could lead to overlooked treasures as they walked and Xiao returned with an array of snacks in her hands.

Indulging in a feast with no semblance of a bodyguard's vigilance, Fongo halted before Stall, casually picking up a heavy tome resting on the ground.

Introduction to mental power.

Ah, what a treasure.

He glanced at the stall owner who was engrossed in a card game with others and began to leaf through a few pages.

Although it was not a skill scroll or a cultivation method, it contained valuable insights into the application of mental power and relevant theoretical knowledge, it commenced with the most fundamental concepts and gradually delved deeper, serving as a textbook for understanding the subject.

How much for this? Funo inquired loudly, raising the book in his hand.

The stall owner, momentarily glancing away from his game, replied nonchalantly.

It's something left behind from home, but the recorded information holds value.

If you want it, it's yours for 100 gold.

Indeed, books on mental power possess a certain worth.

Yet, in the city of Lixis, the prevailing classes are warriors and archers, with mercenaries who cultivate mental power being a rarity.

Moreover, the content of the book was purely theoretical, lacking resale value, which explained why it remained unsold at the stall even as closing time approached.

The stall owner, noticing Fongghow's interest, felt emboldened to set the price at 100 gold.

I'll give you 10 gold for it.

If you won't sell, then so be it.

He tossed the book back casually, adhering to the traditional haggling practice of slashing the initial offer.

His words elicited laughter from the onlookers.

The stall owner's expression momentarily stiffened before he quickly regained his composure, continuing to play cards as he said, "Fine, pay up and take it.

10 gold for toilet paper.

You must be quite wealthy.

Upon hearing the stall owner's readiness to sell, Fong Hao felt a pang of regret for having undervalued the book.

Nevertheless, the words were already spoken, and the book indeed served a purpose for him.

He promptly produced 10 gold coins and handed them over, reclaiming the book.

I have a few more rolls of toilet paper here.

If you're interested, I'll sell you the lot for a flat price of 50 gold.

He opened the cloth bundle tucked under his seat and casually tossed it over.

Among the seven books were titles like magical guidance, mental power, nurturing, fire element explanation, and the secrets of the multi-headed fire python.

However, it was the secrets of the multi-headed fire python that piqued Fongo's interest.

This particular volume was distinct from the rest.

The secrets of the multi-headed fire python category book description.

Upon thorough study, one can learn the fire element summoning skill.

What a delightful surprise.

He glanced at the stall owner, still diligently engaged in the card game.

Had it not been for the book being propped beneath him, it likely would have been snatched up long ago.

Not wishing to attract further attention, Fong Hao quickly bundled the books again.

He extracted 50 gold coins and tossed them onto the stall.

All right, I'll take it for the next month.

I needn't worry about toilet paper.

Just remember to be gentle when using it.

These books are rather old, so don't tear them.

The stall owner quipped as he pocketed the money to use a couple more layers, Fong Ho declared, striding away with a stack of books in hand.

Upon completing his exploration of the first stall, he found himself cradling a heap of volumes.

His expression remained unchanged, yet his heart raced with excitement.

The thrill of unearthing treasures from a blind box was indeed exhilarating, reminiscent of the antiquities market of a bygone era, where authenticity and imitation mingled, relying solely on one's discerning eye.

With keen vision or ample fortune, one could still stumble upon valuable artifacts.

as he treaded the path of a mage.

Though his skills were varied, the enhancement from the sparks and the remnants of the elemental codeex had honed his proficiency in fire and summoning magic.

The mystic art of the multi-headed fire python fulfilled both these criteria, seemingly crafted for him.

However, it was merely a tome, not a spell scroll.

Mastery required thorough study and comprehension.

If there existed the first mystic art, could there not be a second, third, or even fourth and fifth? Fonhow pondered, though his feet did not falter.

Wandering aimlessly, he acquired additional rare materials to replenish his inventory.

Suddenly, his steps halted once more before an inconspicuous stall where a weathered wooden box lay on the ground containing a rolledup blueprint.

As his gaze swept over it, information surfaced.

blueprint for the creation of the undead war drum.

It was astonishing that such a blueprint could be found in a human city.

Just as Fong how crouched down, the stall owner cheerfully beckoned, "Young man, is there anything that catches your eye? I'm about to close up and I can offer you a discount.

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Dressed almost like a made the stall owner was a middle-aged man.

His beard more abundant than his hair.

Sitting cross-legged, he exuded a sense of calm and stability.

How much for this? Fong Ho inquired, lifting the schematic for the undead wardrobe.

Among the many items on the stall.

It was this particular one that caught his eye.

You won't find this useful.

It's a crafting blueprint for the undead, the stall owner replied, refraining from naming a price.

The mention of the undead instantly attracted the attention of several onlookers who gathered to discern the nature of the blueprint.

However, after examining it, each one returned it, lacking interest, and departed.

Only Fong Ha remained.

"Are there still undead near Ley City?" Fong Hao asked, peaked by curiosity.

"It was discovered in a graveyard.

But I cannot disclose the exact location," the stall owner said, stroking his beard.

"The actions of mercenaries require discretion.

Many of their endeavors are clandestine.

Asking about them not only yields no answers, but may also provoke resentment.

" Fongghao and Inja appeared quite youthful, especially Injia, who was laden with a bounty of food, resembling a young couple out for a stroll.

The stall owner paid them low mind.

"How much? If the price is right, I shall purchase it for my collection," Fong Ho reiterated, indicating that he intended to acquire it solely for the sake of collecting and would refrain from the purchase if it was overpriced.

The bearded stall owner pondered for a moment, realizing the item might prove difficult to sell.

As the time to close his stall approached, he considered that since someone was willing to buy it for collection, he might as well sell it directly.

50 gold pieces.

This is the lowest price for the blueprint.

Agreed.

Without hesitation, Fongghao handed over the payment and secured the blueprint.

Items from the undead faction were inherently rare, and blueprints even more so.

In the hands of humans, they might serve merely as collectibles, but in Fongous possession, they could indeed be wielded to great effect.

Particularly with the enhancement of a 100fold amplification, crafting blueprints would prove far more useful than ready-made items.

Noticing Fong how as generous disposition, the stall owner continued to promote his wares.

Take a look at the rest.

I'll soon be closing up and everything will be sold at a bargain.